September 8, 2000

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Im Going Broke at the Grocery Store

The short weeks are always the tough ones for some reason. A Monday holiday puts a cramp in the work week (not that Im complaining, mind you!) and you gotta rush, rush, rush to fit 5 days worth of work into 4 days. This week I had a 3 day training seminar to attend as well. Not to fear Super Sunshine fit 5 days worth of work into 1!

By Friday, however, I was a pooped puppy. You see, you have to sit still in training seminars. That is very draining for me. I dont sit in one place that long during my work day. I am up and moving. Fortunately, we were able to finish up by noon on Friday. I rushed home. At least I did what passes for rushing home in Atlanta traffic only 50 minutes to travel the 15 miles home. Then I lay down on the bed to unwind.

The next thing I knew, the door is slamming and my daughter is yelling:

Mom! Mom? What are you doing home already?

I looked at the clock. It was 3:30.

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What?!

I said we finished up early and I came home! Dont they teach you English in that school?

Oh. Were hungry.

We? WE are hungry? I stuck my head out of my room.

Hi, Mom! I counted two girls in addition to my own. I managed what I hoped was a welcoming smile. Im afraid it may have been rather weak.

Hot Dogs, buns, and mac & cheese were the house special for the evening. I managed to snag one hot dog (because the cat had nibbled on it and the teena-donas were above it), a half a bun and exactly14 macaroni shells. I think the dog had licked the macaroni.

After loading up the dishwasher, we loaded up the car & I dropped the girls off at the movies while I escaped to the bookstore next door. Have you ever really sat and looked at the collection of people gathered in a Barnes & Noble on Friday night? I snagged a few books and a much coveted comfy chair, then watched and read, read and watched until a blue jean clad bottom sat on my to announce the end of the movie and the arrival of the bottomless pits.

At midnight, as I sat in my room watching TV, I hear my daughters dulcet tones wafting their way to me through 2 closed doors, my TV and her stereo:

Mom! Make me some Soul Food!

I turned up the TV, rolled over and went to sleep.

Saturday Morning, 8:30.

Whats for breakfast? We want to get our grub on!

I groaned, got out of bed and stumbled into the kitchen. In short order I had whipped up a dozen biscuits, a dozen sausage patties and 3 dozen pancakes. In the blink of an eye I was left with the 3 smallest biscuits, 2 sausage patties and a slightly malformed pancake for my own breakfast. Every other crumb had disappeared.

These girls are beautiful and thin. THIN, I said! Where do they put all this food? The poor dogs ribs are beginning to show. She used to get table scraps. I thought teenage boys could eatha! They dont hold a candle to these girls. These girls are pros! This heavy duty eating should not be attempted by an amateur.

Im off to the grocery store. The cupboards are bare and I only have $60. Sigh. Thatll do for lunch..but what about the rest of the week?

i’ve only read this one so far, but i like the erma bombeck in it, i’ll be back for more

Ive been reading your diary for a while now, and i really enjoyed this entry. My teenager will eat me out of house and home if i let him, but he is such a great kid.

No kidding… you get the best “bits” hey!? Yum, cat bites and dog licks…. LOL 🙂

BBe

September 9, 2000

Isn’t being a mom the best job in the world?!? *LOL* Only another mother (working mother) can identify. 🙂

I think I have similar eating habits. Every time I set foot in the kitchen I leave with some food and opening the fridge on entry has become a reflex action…

*giggles*…we’re having the same weekend, SW!! I am awash in hungry teens..we have a pizza burning as I type.;))

Albany

My grandchildren are already showing all the signs you depict so clearly in this entry.

These kids are teens? OK SW, say after me…”GET YOUR OWN DAMN BREAKFAST!” there ..easy isn’t it? Hugz

harley’s got the right idea. 😉

If my mom had jumped at my beck and call like that, I would have been drunk with power! I made my own food from the time I was eye-level with the stove-top. You deserve a break today, mom!

Torin Invanusson

With quiet laughter and a big hug…

Y’all hush. SW loves being a slave to her adoring … uhhh … masters? .. young masters … mistresses ?.. What DO you call a young female teenager with a pushover for a mom? … 😉

darkart

*grin* Never saw it that way before, but now though i know how my mum feels!! =)

I just wanted to tell u that I have now read back to the begining of 2/00 in your diary, and I really appreciate your stories, your sense of humor, and your outlook on life.

hehehehehehehe its the same thing here and my daughter loves to beat the son at everything including the food…..two teens two paychecks…hehehehehe we still cant keep up…..hugs

Daaaamn…I’m comin’ to your house for breakfast (got chicken soup? *sniff*)! It sounds like a regular Waffle House over there. Wish I could eat like your girl and get away with it!! ~:)

Hot dogs can be done in the microwave, mac n cheese is pretty straightforward. The rest? Mixes, until you can persuade her not to destroy the kitchen! Good luck, dear Sunshine. *laughing*

that’s it. You promise to beat up the docs so they take my appendix out? Then i can cook for your crew, toady says i make toooo much! how can i help it, i’m used to cooking for me, folks and three bros! 🙂 we nee

If I had to sit still for that long, I’d fall asleep in my chair. I was famous in college for snoozing through theory & history classes. =) Surely your daughter’s old enough to learn to cook, yes?

Wish I could eat like that and be thin! It will catch up with them someday… =)

Wow, I’m not coveting your grocery bill sweetie! Glad you had a good week though. Nice to see you. Much love,

damn, don’t you hate it when you forget what you were going to say? They should come over here… food is a rare commodity at the moment!

Mns

September 16, 2000

ahhh, sunshine, this makes me smile cuz it’s so real. no kidding, $60 at the grocery store is nothing! my daughter has never been a big eater, it’s my son who can eat, and eat, and eat….

daughter works at an all you can eat restaurant.. LOL.. she gets to eat free and family sometimes gets free, other times it’s $4 each. needless to say, on my schedule we eat out a lot these days..

I never would have dared to ask that of my mother! She’d have said ‘make it yourself!’